Dark One: One for Sorrow... (The Khiara Banning Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

he’s not from our school or something.
    “I wasn’t even invited by the main hostess. I really shouldn’t be here. I just wanted to see…” He pauses, as if he’s putting himself in check, “I just don’t really go to many parties, and haven’t really ever been to a High School party before.” It sounds like a weak excuse, but the way he says it makes me feel…something.
    I smile at him and reach out my hand and unexpectedly cup his cheek. I don’t know why I’m doing this to a guy I just met, but whatever it is that he’s making me feel, I like it.
    Call it insta-like, or whatever, but there’s a pull I’m having a hard time ignoring.
    “Well,” I say, “you’re at one now, and you might as well enjoy it, I think.”
    He smiles in appreciation, nods his head once, and I’m surprised when he takes my hand and just holds it there, on his cheek.
    “Thank you.” He says softly, before letting it go.
     

 
     
    Four
     
    He came with me inside after all.
    We’re sitting on Cara’s guestroom bed, which surprisingly nobody is… using, and just talking about everyday life as we sip on some punch that tastes suspiciously like sangria that we got from the kitchen. We ripped off the stupid name tags as soon as we sat down, happy to stay antisocial.
    Cael works at a bookstore somewhere in one of the bigger cities an hour away and I feel bad that I don’t remember the name of the place. He lives alone, and likes video games, especially if they have anything to do with zombies, and he – and I have to promise not to laugh before he says this – sometimes likes to knit.
    Most of the night passes that way, us talking and getting to know each other. Suddenly I’m curious as to why he never mentioned his last name, since he kind of made it seem like he has none.
    “Cael, you never told me your last name and kind of made it seem like…well…like you don’t actually have one.” I say, wanting to have my mouth stapled shut for all of eternity as I realise that he probably just goes by his first name for a reason.
    He smirks, a little twitch of his mouth. “It’s not like that. It’s-” he pauses.
    “Complicated?” I supply.
    Cael nods his head. “It’s kind of like I’ve been disowned in a way and I’ve distanced myself from that life. Maybe I’ll tell you my last name sometime. But not yet.”
    “I didn’t mean to pry…”
    He looks up at me, surprised. “No, you don’t have to be sorry. Honestly, I don’t mind telling these things to you, you’re a good listener. I trust you.”
    My heart skips a beat. He trusts me? We’ve really only just met, but I feel like I can trust him too. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s intriguing. There’s one thing though, that I can’t put my finger on. Maybe it’s because he’s new, or because he’s cute and Irish, or it could even be because there’s this strange pull I feel towards him, but whatever it is, it doesn’t feel wrong .
    “Cael, do you wanna maybe, get outta here and catch a bite?” I ask suddenly having grown a pair of extra-large male parts.
    “Yeah, I do, really. But would be better if we just…” He looks around, then strangely up at the ceiling like it’ll give him some kind of strength and then says, “I do. Cool, thanks.”
    “You’re sure?” I ask, not wanting to pressure him. He nods his head and smiles at me, making me blush. He has dimples on both cheeks.
    I grab him by the wrist playfully, lead him out the room and go downstairs to find Cara though as usual she finds us first.
    “Hey! Are you having fun, my main man?” She asks me. God she’s so drunk, tomorrow’s not going to be a good day. She’ll be calling me puking her guts out for sure, asking me to help wash her hair.
    “Yeah Cara, I am. Listen, my friend Cael and I are going to go get something to eat, and then I’m going to go home, okay?” Speaking to Cara when she’s drunk is like speaking to a five year old.
    “Okay. Who’s this